Page 16 of Bodyguard Wolf's Fated Mate
It was one of two spots in the house where it would take more than one shot. The other was my bedroom. It was something I took for granted, but now I understood the importance of being vigilant when his enemies could come out of the woodwork whenever they damn well wanted to.
Being behind him gave me an advantage. Taking the gun out of his hand and throwing it into the trees left him at a major disadvantage. He turned to receive a straight punch to the throat. That was immediately followed up with a standing front kick to the solar plexus.
An influx of strength was imbued on me until I had him flying over my shoulders. He landed with his legs leaning up against a tree with his feet pointing to the sky.
He scrambled to his feet only to receive a roundhouse kick to the jaw. This was a different form of self-defense. The wolf sent me signals. Every move was choreographed to play with my food. It would've been easy to bring him down to my level, but I was having fun teaching him a lesson he was never going to forget.
Maybe the wolf was the one having fun. It was hard to make the distinction.
I doubted seriously Luke would approve of my methods. He would've called me reckless and dangerous. He wouldn't be wrong, but I really didn't care since he wasn't around to police my actions.
The man bled from his hairline and from a very deep cut on the corner of his mouth. It swelled while he continually moved his jaw back and forth with his teeth scraping together. It was similar to the raking their nails down a chalkboard in school.
"What do we have here? You think you are a big girl, but you have no idea how to play in my sandbox," he retorted with a blade moving back and forth from one black-gloved hand to the other.
My eyes followed it, but I used all of my other senses to alert me to the unseen danger. It came with a quick draw of some kind of mechanism underneath the sleeve of his black pullover.
A smaller version of the blade he was using to keep my attention came toward me. My hand reflexively knocked it out of the air. Another one followed and this time, I caught it between two fingers and sent it back to him. It was his fault for underestimating me.
He grunted from the impact to his shoulder. The spray of blood cutting a swatch through his black shirt became even darker when it spread quickly down his arm until it dripped from his fingertips.
"Damn, I can count on one hand how many people saw that coming and they usually have far more extensive military training. This is going to be fun. Killing you is going to be slow. That's a promise I intend to keep," he muttered under his breath.
The blades kept coming one after another, but I slowed them down in my mind's eye to predict where they were going to go. Every second one was sent back to him.
Time came back to normal with him teetering on his feet sputtering with blood staining his teeth.
He died before he hit the ground face first with several of his own instruments of death penetrating his body. The first thing I did was check for a pulse. A small part of me regretted my contribution to his demise. The other part was positively thrilled.
That was one down and at least two more to go. Playing with my food while my father was being hunted like a wild animal reminded me there was still work to do.
I stripped the man down to his skivvies before covering my nudity with his clothing except for the black pullover soaked with his blood. He was wearing a black T-shirt underneath the body armor. Those blades he had tried to kill me with had punctured the armor.
He was just the tip of the iceberg.
The wolf was in her element. She used me as a conduit for her primal urges.
A tactic used in the military came in handy. Dressing like him made it easier to sneak up without announcing myself. The best thing I could do was use the trees to mask my arrival.
"I can't get in touch with number two. Does anybody have eyes on him?" A female voice registered alarm when she signaled the others through her walkie-talkie attached to her collar.
"I don't see him. His position must've been compromised. We can't worry about him. We have a job to do, and we are being paid extremely well. We all knew what we were signing up for. This is what we live for. It's the only thing we are good at. We can mourn later." A man with the tone of discipline and leadership ordered them to continue.
This time it was about expedience. She didn't stand a chance when I came at her from behind. There was absolutely no noise. A swift kick to the back of her knee crippled any chance of fighting back. Two hands pressed against the side of her head. A quick jerk to the side ended any possibility of protest.
The crack of her neck satisfied the primal beast inside of me. The human part delegated all the heavy lifting to the wolf. It was strange sharing a body with something with a penchant for violence.
Searching her clothing with my hands moving through the folds came across a variety of different implements. Each one had a purpose. They fit nicely in a variety of hidden compartments within the clothing I wore close to my skin.
She had died doing what she loved most in the world. Not many could say that with a straight face and mean it. Process of elimination confirmed there was only two left on the premises that remained any sort of a threat.
Getting to them was the only thought I focused on until I heard the unmistakable crunch of a branch underneath a heavy boot behind me. That wasn't the most disturbing. It was the bolt action of a shotgun getting ready to blow me to smithereens.
CHAPTER 9
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LUKE
